When I left home for a hike up Stratton Mountain it was still dark with dense, heavy fog. But by the time I got halfway up the mountain, the sun had risen and most of the fog had burned off, leaving only a sliver of a silver trail over Routes Thirty and Eleven.
The path I was walking on was an unusual mosaic of intensely colored frosted leaves created by nature with perfect composition.
The only thing I had do to was POINT AND SHOOT.
By Hubert Schriebl
